What Lies Beneath

I wrote a piece inspired by a dream…a nightmare, actually. It’s hard to say where one began and the other ended, but in the end I wrote something with a scene that flat out sickened me.

I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. It’s powerful, evocative, and delves into a world I’ve little experience in. But, on the other hand, I think I tackled it well. I don’t know. It hits on a big taboo in the erotica world as well, one that would prevent it from ever being published. But that’s okay. I think. I don’t know. I seem to be saying that alot in regards to this story.

I’m sharing it with Mr. Greyson this evening. The subsequent discussion promises to dig into where my muse gets the fucked up ideas poured into this piece and explaining to him that my characters are NOT me. Especially those in this one. I haven’t yet decided whether this mindfuck of a piece will be posted to my collection here or not.

So. That’s that. Just me rambling about nothing again. I seem to be writing edgy things lately. Things that push against my comfort zones in pokey and intrusive ways. I’m curious to find out where this process is leading.

Oh..and I’m seriously considering participating in NaNoWriMo this year, is anyone else? I don’t know if what I write will be erotic or not…in fact, I’ve no clue yet what I might work on. But, there’s two months to ponder it, so we’ll see. I used to write Sci Fi/Fantasy stuff alot, so I might go that route. I mean, what better way to hit a word count than that? 😉

Sometimes you just have no idea where this shit comes from. I love being able to express myself through writing. It makes me feel free to write whatever I want. Even if it’s not who I am. Yeah things can get really fucking edgy, but that’s fun in my opinion. I don’t think it means I’m fucked up, it’s just something that needed to be written to get it out of my system. A statement of freedom.